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Voice 1: "What happened to your shine?"Voice 2: "I used to have a shine, huh."Voice 1: "And what happened to it?"Voice 2: "Well, what kind of shine was it?"Beneath you drips my typeI'll keep tabs on her wardrobe especiallyif the negligent neglige slips ever so gentlyoff the slip of her assA letter picked, jaundiced and pavedyour cheap spurs are only swelling with ageI won't get Tourette's if you don't get Tourette'sI won't get Tourette's if you don't get to restVoice 1: "So what happened to your shine?"Voice 2: "I guess it disappeared... uh, thanks to you."Voice 1: "Why me?"Voice 2: "I dont know, 'cause you're the one that only mentions it."I haven't heard a groan like thatsince jailbait bars came blessed with rugsI'll wrap this lightpost round your devoted staffI haven't heard a groan like thatSongtextesince jailbait bars came blessed with rugscame their sighs of twisting cablesTo have deflected their charmsI am unable to be listed in your regardsif you hurry home I might prevent those scarsA stretch of nothingness on stationary mangled whenthe sleepy wheels rolled 6am so early in the morning Aus Songtexte Mania